ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

From the City to the Bush…and Back to the City!

It was not what I’d expected.
If I ever had elected
A location better suited to the bush birds’ morning song
I’d have thought this spot a beauty.
Now, alas, it is my duty
To inform you very sadly I was badly, madly wrong.

For I heard one singer only,
And his song seemed sad and lonely
As it echoed round the courtyard, and it rather got me down,
And my mood of calm contentment
Turned to surly, deep resentment,
And I cursed the arid vacuum of this wretched, tin-pot town,

And it seemed the greatest pity
That I’d ever left the city
Where a multi-layered chorus greets me daily, dusk and dawn,
For I pondered the thin singing
In my ears so faintly ringing,
And my early adulation was replaced by nought but scorn.

So I learned a lesson, surely,
Though belatedly and poorly
That the world is often tricky, and it’s seldom smooth and straight,
And the birds that gather daily
By my window, singing gaily,
I appreciate more fully, for they truly are first rate!

© Stephen Whiteside 08.09.2016

Wow, Stephen - that's a pearler! I love it!!

You've maintained that momentum so skillfullly! Is it based on a real experience?

Cheers
Shelley

Good one Stephen

Thanks Maureen, Shelley.

Yes, Shelley, loosely.

We have a constant early morning serenade as we have a native tree garden along our kitchen back patio and trees out the front as well. Though I must admit that the rain bird could incorporate a few more notes to his melody.

Thanks for sharing Stephen.


Merv

Thanks, Merv. Sound pretty good!

Just read this three times over Stephen, and I think it's delightful!

Thank you, Catherine!